Three days to strut my stuff in Paris before coming home and it is constant rain. F U C K in the USA man! Six hours of walking around with wet cold feet is dull. I had to make myself take some pictures, as you can see, me not so gay. Not true! Got some serious Voodoo shit at the Cartier Foundation, and saw some real A1 Cartier Bresson prints! HOooooooo, that was an unexpected treat, he was such a spunk. The cognac made a BIG difference. That's my mona lisa smile I think, my umberella, the Pantheon, an old Peugeot, some other spectacular joint, and a bit of photoshop.
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